laughing.” If possible, the glare turned uglier.
“Oh, honey, I was worried.” Instinctually, she dropped to her knees and held out her arms. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“But no one wants me, so what do you care?”
“When I was a young girl, no one wanted me, either.” The confession came unbidden. “It is a lonely, horrible feeling to be unwanted.”
Josie eyed her arms and Mary held her breath.
Slowly the girl walked over. “Why didn’t anyone want you?”
“I was inconvenient.”
“What’s that mean?” She settled on Mary’s lap, the child’s warm weight shooting giddiness to a place in her heart that had been neglected far too long.
“It means I wasn’t easy,” she said against the aroma of Josie’s hair. “I want you, sweet girl. Raising a child is hard work. But it’s also wonderful joy. I was very blessed that God sent me a friend when I was a wee bit older than you, and He showed me I was loved.” Trevor had been family for a long time. Despite her loneliness, she prayed he and Gracie were enjoying their trip to California.
Josie snuggled beneath Mary’s chin, her arms rounding Mary’s back as she pressed closer.
“No one is inconvenient to God,” Mary murmured. “He loves you so much and no matter what happens, you must know that He wants you. I will pray God sends you a friend, sweetie.”
The girl wiggled, pulled back and met her gaze. “Will you pray he sends me a family?”
* * *
“Made it down the stairs, I see.” James hovered in the sitting room doorway, chewing a stem of unfortunate grass. “You still ain’t fit for travel.”
Lou sighed, his recent talk with Mary bothering him too much to let him care what James said. The hand knew his medicine, and no doubt the man was right. “Looks like we’ll be waiting one more week.”
“Sounds good.” James came into the room and plopped down on a couch, the grass twisting between his teeth. “Miss Alma cornered me in town this morning.”
The huff James emitted coaxed a grin to Lou’s mouth. “Don’t tell me you don’t like her attentions, old man.”
“The woman smells good, it’s true, but she’s plain nosy. Always trying to ask me over for lunch, or worse, to visit that little church she and Horn got going.”
“She give you any food this morning?” He was feeling a bit hungry and it might be a good distraction from the memory of how Mary had felt when he’d grabbed her arm. Warm. Fragile.
“It’s in the icebox.” James interrupted his meanderings.
“You mean the refrigerator?”
“Whatever you youngsters call that newfangled contraption.” James’s completely white whiskers twitched on the word contraption.
With a start, Lou realized the ranch hand was getting older. He had at least twenty years on Lou, which meant he must be pushing sixty.
He eyed his employee. “If you need help with ranch duties, let me know. I’ll hire on a few extra men.”
“I’m fine. ’Sides, thought you were selling it?”
Startled, Lou glanced at the door before realizing his nonverbal slip.
James cocked a brow. “You didn’t tell Mary yet?”
His gape annoyed Lou. “It’s not set in stone. She’s got her house now, and it shouldn’t matter what I do.”
“You’re her source of income. And mine, come to think of it.”
“I know.” Lou growled. It was a problem, one he was determined to find a solution to. “The ranch is having a hard time making money. The cooler weather is doing in ranchers all around us. I talked to Doc about you joining on as assistant in Burns since the town is growing so much. He seemed amenable to the idea.”
“It’ll be hard to get Mary a job, seeing her skin’s dark.”
“The people in Burns are familiar with her. I don’t think she’ll have trouble, but no matter what, I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.” Even if he went broke doing so. She deserved the best, and he’d make sure she had it.
“And how about her feelings on the matter? She’s uncomfortable around people. Given her history—”
“She’ll be fine,” he interrupted. He couldn’t escape the subject of his housekeeper no matter where he went, it seemed. “She takes stuff to town all the time. Miss Alma will watch out for her, and I’ll take care of the financial end.”
“Speaking of that woman, she’s invited Mary to some kind of lady event on Saturday. So’s you best stay here till then.” James flashed him a pointed stare before pushing himself out of the seat and heading for the door.
“What time?”
“Noon.”
Great. Another week trapped at the ranch when he could be tracking down his shooter. After returning Josie first, of course. Though he was trying to draw that out until he heard a little more about her family. No matter how uncomfortable she made him, no way would he put her in a dangerous situation.
He shook his head, got to his feet. He didn’t want to think about Josie or Mary. He just wanted to return to the way life was before.
Simple.
He headed to the door, feeling weak but not dizzy. The fact that his legs carried him to the hallway without buckling was reason to say thanks to the Creator...if they were on speaking terms.
And they weren’t. Mary could keep her God for all he cared.
The God he used to serve...
He slowed near the stairs, breathing heavier than he’d like. Maybe he’d rest a bit on the porch. Get some sunlight and fresh air. Take his mind off matters too weighty for a beautiful summer day.
He shuffled to the door, let himself outside and found a spot on the steps in a patch of sunlight that immediately seeped into his bones and spread through him in a liquid spill of relaxation.
Decisions, decisions. He closed his eyes and leaned against the railing. What was he going to do? The ranch’s secrecy had been compromised, but even worse, the weather proved that trying to ranch in this desert was a futile effort. Scents caressed his face. Would he miss this place? It had served its purpose, but he didn’t need it anymore. Yet he hesitated. Mary seemed more than ready to move on. Now that she had her own place, she’d probably have her mom move in.
That foolish mother who’d abandoned her daughter to run off and search for a man. Granted, she’d been looking for Mary’s father, but that didn’t excuse things, to his way of thinking. And then there was Mary’s kidnapping and the huge part her mother, unbeknownst to Mary, had played in it. He frowned.
